Make Me Weak (Make Me #1) by Megan Noelle

into our little escape from reality to forget about the week ahead. Maurizio always asked me to work Mondays, but I refused. I never really had a reason to, other than the fact that I liked being as difficult as possible. But this Monday was different.
    After missing a Saturday night, I needed to make up the time. Not to mention every minute I sat alone in my apartment made me crazy with little thoughts about Onyx. I mean, why the hell was he so adamant about me not sleeping with his nephew? What did he care? It wasn’t as if we had any reason to see each other in the future.
    Truthfully, if any of us were to see each other again it would be persistent Kayne and I. But the animalistic possessive quality that came out of Onyx as he laid down the law still made my body shiver.

    “Got a special request for you, Kandi.” Maurizio hollered out into the dressing rooms. The other girls looked my way, not hiding their irritation that I hadn’t vanished yet.
    “What for?”
    “A dance, you’re going to V.I.P. room 4.”
    “Any outfit requests?”
    Maurizio shrugged his shoulders. I could see he was a bit impressed with the fact that I actually asked questions, and didn’t just bitch.
    “Nah, but maybe do a blonde wig. I’ll bet he’d like that.”
    “Okay.”
    Immediately , I prepared myself for what lay ahead. The private dances were usually with rich men that always tipped well. It had only been ten minutes since my last dance on stage, maybe one of the high rollers saw me. I wasn’t used to the Monday crowd, and perhaps I had been missing out all along.
    I slipped into a black and white outfit, it was a pretty typical uniform for us. Fabric removed from the sides, a skirt that revealed the bottom curves of my ass , and showed off a whole lot of cleavage. After pulling on a pair of black thigh highs, with pink bows at the top, I threw a platinum blonde curly wig on. I slid on black heels, made sure I had my hand cuffs, and headed out. A few men hollered my way as I walked towards the V.I.P. rooms, but I paid them no mind. Right now I had only one thing on my mind—whoever was behind door number four.
    The hallway that accessed the rooms had a dark red light illuminating the doors. Everything back here felt like another world. It was a total escape from reality, to keep the men that dropped the money from suddenly gaining a conscience , and walking away. I tapped my knuckles on the door, and through the constant techno sound came the low voice of my latest client.
    Some got nervous before they entered. Not me. This was where I was in my zone. This was where Kandi made their fantasies become reality, and where they paid the most to get it.
    I pushed open the door and the red light continued around the room. It made it impossible to see a person’s face clearly until you were on top of them. Each room had three things in it, a full mirror covering one wall, a large comfortable chair, and a pole. Sitting in the chair with his legs spread wide, signifying he felt in control, was my client.
    “I heard there was a special request for me in this room.” I strode toward the man, accentuating my legs with every step forward.
    “There was.”
    That voice . Something about it made me stop. I knew it. It wasn’t even just that I knew the voice. It was the one that haunted my dreams. The very one I could not rid from my memory. Through the red light I saw the sudden wicked gleam spread in a Cheshire-like smile. He knew I recognized him. Slowly I felt my confidence sizzle away as I tried to regain composure.
    Do I pretend like I don’t know who he is? Or do I call him out?
    With one steady breath I forced myself back into character. I refused to let someone completely undo me by their mere presence alone.
    “Well I’m here now.” I purred out, feeling my control gradually return.
    My hand locked around the pole as I stretched my body, showing off the curvature of my body. Glancing his way I saw pure arousal staring back at